The Poet Is Tired Poem by Tony Adah
The Poet Is Tired
It is twelve midnight
Already the people
Around me are sleeping
I don't want
To say they are snoring
Still they are.
The head lingers awake
But the words
Have gone to bed
I am praying that
Tomorrow when the words
Wake up
They will not
Find the head
In a slumber.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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4/19/2024 12:02:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice one brother,i hope others uncode this lovely words too